10 years old:
fatty meals and chubby thighs,
runway models with bones well defined,
saying no to a burger and chips.
after all,
a moment on the lips,
a lifetime on the hips.
12 years old:
balanced meals and pinching thighs,
brainwashed friends with pro ana and wanting to hurl.
after all,
boys don't like fat girls.
14 years old:
skipping meals and thinner thighs,
five run miles for a block of cheese,
counting calories,
not wanting meals,
after all,
nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
16 years old:
no meals and gaps in thighs,
arms like match sticks
and poking out ribs.
size two dresses, body so mini.
after all,
everything looks good on skinny.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
